“Simple, get a woman to fall in love with my dick, don’t wear a condom, knock her up, and she can’t leave.”
“I’m disturbed right about now,” Whizz said.
“You’re not doing that,” Lash said.
“It will all be legit. Trust me.”
Lash watched as Adam went, and he saw Anthony standing in the doorway of the gym. His face was blank, but something in Lash’s gut told him he needed to nip this in the bud.
He stepped away from the bag and then moved toward Anthony. “Follow me.”
He made his way out of the gym, across the main clubhouse, toward the kitchen, and then out into the freezing cold air.
The club was a hum of activity. There was no place to go to have a private conversation.
“No, and hell, no,” Lash said.
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“Don’t give me that shit, Anthony. I saw you, and you’re not going to do that to Daisy. Adam talks a good game, but that’s all it is. He won’t go out and do it.”
“And you think I will?”
“Tell me you weren’t considering it.” Lash folded his arms across his chest and stared at his son. Anthony went to open his mouth. “Don’t fucking lie to me either.”
Anthony didn’t say anything, he merely stared.
“I know you want her, Anthony, but trust me, forcing a child on her isn’t going to come without consequences either. Do not make any rash decisions based on conversations you hear. Adam is always talking shit, and farting. That should be enough to know what I’m talking about.”
He looked at his son, who was clearly struggling with this. “Are we done?”
Lash wanted to tell him to get some fucking sense, but he knew Anthony. His son understood, but now it would be a waiting game to see what happened.
“Yeah, we’re done.”
He breathed out a sigh when Anthony left. What happened to his little boy who just liked to be near him?
Chapter Five
“You talked to Adam?” Angel asked, watching as Lash kept appearing and disappearing past their en-suite bathroom. The kids were all fast asleep. It was late and she was tired, but she also had the sense to know that Lash wanted to talk.
“Yeah, I talked to him.” Lash appeared in the doorway. He turned out the light, and Angel just stared at him. He wore only a pair of pajama bottoms, his heavily inked body on full display.
Her pussy grew slick from just watching him. “And?” she asked.
“And he’s a dick. He’s got plans to knock a woman up, or at least he thinks so, just so he could keep her.”
“Sounds horrible.”
Lash stopped at the bottom of the bed.
Angel stared at him.
“Come here.”
She pushed the blanket out of the way and crawled toward him, going to just her knees when she was close to him.
Lash cupped her face, staring into her eyes. “I can read your mind, dirty girl.”